A breathy warmth along his skin lifted Mikoto from the fetters of
unconsciousness. Slightly. The wispy presence receded, only to
revisit, brushing along the side of his neck in a fluttering
rhythm. A tired sigh reverberated deeply in his throat and he
forced his heavy eyes to open. A blurred and shadowed bedroom
greeted his somnolent gaze, accompanied by the dim accent of
moonlight through one window. While this limited surrounding
would seem as one chosen by solitude, Mikoto was not alone.
Resulted by his movements, there was a sudden shift in atmosphere
from beside him and the sound of a faint gasp tickled an
ear.

Several hours earlier, both kings had shared a nostalgic
celebration that crept into more personal dealings and concluded
with much needed emotional contact and physical exploration.
Following their lascivious satiation, the two of them soon found
rest in the other's embrace. Well, Mikoto did. Reisi, on the
other hand, could not find the will for slumber as quickly and
remained wide eyed and deadpan. The red sovereign had laid on his
back with one arm lazily coiled around Reisi's waist. His partner
instead chose to lay on his stomach, supporting most of his
weight on his elbows. Both of his hands curved atop Suoh's
shoulder and gave it a squeeze. They had remained in such,
according to Munakata, an awkward way for an unmeasurable length
of time. While he had secretly wished for his and Suoh's
relationship to one day revive, due to the actions of this
night's spontaneity, he doubted stability of its consequences.
Because of their duties as kings, they couldn't take each day
that they were together as carefree anymore before they were
chosen. While sleeping together this time may had been considered
as a mistake, Reisi truly loved Suoh. Without him, he would
become his own demise and disaster in the most complex of ways.
Yet, here they were now, together again, for however long. His
endless circle of thought had waned. Eventually, his eyes had
traded staring into a collaboration of nothingness in the room
with gliding down to his other's sleeping face. There, his
pondering resumed and he grew oblivious to how long he observed
his lover and became even more ignorant to breathing on his
neck.

A small pause dropped between them. If either man had been
holding his breath, it was more than evident now. Curious,
half-lidded glints of amber crept over to outline the pale face
of his partner. The emotion the colder man's features carried
were hidden, by both the shadows as well as by the "mask" of his
spectacles. To this, a mixed emotion of humor and disbelief
crossed Suoh's expression, "Munakata," his gravelly voice nearly
slurred from how dragged out the syllables were, "you're still
wearing those...?"

"Of course I am. You didn't notice?"

At this, Mikoto managed a small laugh and shrugged lazily amongst
the bedsheets, "...A little difficult to see behind
me...especially from how roughly you were-"

"YES. I kept them on," Reisi emphasized, adjusting them with a
finger; the topic called for it more than was it necessary.
Casually, he turned to his side, out of Mikoto's hold, and pushed
himself to a sitting position. His legs were behind him with one
hand atop the mattress, "As I've told you before, it would be
very inconvenient for me to take them off."

"Take them off..." Suoh drawled, knowing it would draw more
weightless banter from Reisi.

"What did I JUST tell you? Would you not want me to be able to
see you properly?"

"You can feel me; you don't need to see. We've done it enough
times for you to know how everything needs to be and what goes
where."

Reisi sighed and raised a palm to his forehead, "Could you not
say that another way? You're so vulgar..." he accused, but the
taste of a smile was evident in his tone as well as mirrored at
his lips, "What will I ever do with you?"

"Hnn... Dunno." It sounded as bored as Mikoto looked. But Reisi
knew such was deceiving with this man, "Shall I give you a
cigarette?"

"Mm... nah..." He had to think about it.

"A drink? A massage?" Munakata tossed out the last one teasingly,
leaning down to his other's face. His dark bangs feathered over
Suoh's unwavering features which gazed up at his king with an
affectionate stare. Gradually, a grin drew over his lips and he
chuckled, "Take them off..."

"Are you hard of hearing?"

"...I'm hard but not of hearing..." Suoh trailed off, allowing
his words and meaning to drift with interests. The tip of his
tongue slipped out and glazed his lips. One hand reached behind
Reisi's head and forced him into a hungry kiss. The flavor of
smoke and danger entwined amongst their quarreling tongues and
challenged them both to reciprocate what the other began. The
ferocity Mikoto introduced, Reisi tamed and the two of them
parted sweetly with a moist sound.

"You are terrible," Reisi remarked with a half smile, "It seems I
did not teach you thoroughly enough the first time... But," he
withdrew from Suoh and led his legs over the side of the bed one
at a time, "since we're both awake now, I may as well grab a
shower before you."

"Wait," Mikoto spoke tersely, lackadaisically taking hold of
Reisi's arm, hardly moving. An annoyed sigh expelled through his
nose; the lighter male glanced over his shoulder. "What is it
now?" he exhaled altogether in one breath. While he was normally
one to hide his emotions, he couldn't cease all of them from
seeping out. Honestly, if Mikoto was going to bring up something
ridiculous and order him to remove his glasses again, he would be
strongly persuaded to ignore him the rest of the night-after
teaching him another "lesson", that is. It wasn't that Reisi was
against removing this "barrier" for his red king to truly see him
in his entirety. In fact, all Suoh had to do was ask and he would
consider it.

"...Ples..." A faint grumble, that was hardly coherent, made
itself audible. Utterly confused, Reisi blinked and scooted
closer to lower an ear to Mikoto's mouth. His face scrunched in
uncertainty from the possible absurdity he thought he heard,
"What? Did you just say 'fleas'?"

"..Pllleeeeez..." Suoh dragged out in the most undesired and
flattest of notes that the word "monotone" would even be offended
to describe it. Whatever Suoh was avoiding to actually say
outright triggered a bloom of irateness in Reisi. He quirked a
brow; his lips tugged into a neat frown, " 'Please'? Please,
what."

"Could you please take off those stupid glasses and show me your
face? ...Munakata..."

Reisi blinked yet again. Did he really just hear that? Testing
his luck, he leered at Suoh and readjusted his lenses to mock the
request, "Ask me again."

In response, Mikoto brought a relaxed hand near Reisi's face.
With a flick of his thumb, mimicking that of a lighter's
mechanism, a bright flame ignited atop the digit. The pale light
of the moon was swallowed in weight of the living fire's cadence.
Both men's faces could be clearly witnessed by the other; body
language nor expression would be misread, now. The almost playful
look on Mikoto's face only doubled in mirth as he drew a breath
to speak, "I'm waiting."

"..." The one time Reisi would have glared at Mikoto in
tight-lipped silence quickly malformed into a scant chortle.
Following that, a good hearty laugh replaced it. Even while Suoh
was serious, he shared in the humor a bit; morsels of his husky
vocals meandered their way into mixing with Reisi's, albeit
sounding a bit forced.

"I mean it."

"Very well then! You may get your wish, Suoh," Reisi agreed,
guiding his fingertips to the frames. In anticipation, Suoh sat
up and kept the fire alight. His eyes remained enraptured while
they bore witness to those lenses being peeled away-giving reveal
to twin crescents of lengthy lashes. Intently, he watched as
Reisi, with eyes remaining closed, placed the spectacles atop a
nearby nightstand. For a moment, the paler of the two simply sat,
both hands atop his knees, and did nothing. A sound rose from him
that seemed as one of thoughtfulness. Then, without any warning
or indication, Reisi stood to his feet. Suoh observed him,
dumbfoundedly, as the blue king padded over the carpeted floor
and disappeared into the bathroom. Seconds later, the torrent of
splashing water into a bathtub drummed through the walls and its
echo about the bedroom.

"...Mmm...? Heh..." Although he was just ignored and thoroughly
teased by Munakata, Suoh found the treatment rather thrilling.
Shifting out the bed, he revoked the flame and took his time to
approach the bathroom door. Just as he lifted a hand to the knob,
the -katach!- of a heavy lock clicked from the opposite
side.